The Witcher: Elemental Lords

沃卓 lowered his head, not daring to speak.

In the field of potionology, talent has always been paramount; without it, everything else is futile.

Celine furrowed her brows and said, "How's the recruitment of that Dorle kid going?"

沃卓 lowered his head even further, "The other party won't make contact, and has even stopped all orders from our family."

Celine's lips curled up slightly, "To go against our Marcia family, truly courting death. Let it be, then. Issue a notice to convene a family meeting."

At this moment, the young man's heart was filled with shock. Although only a few words were spoken, he heard a lot of important information.

The empire is going to war; it's in the preparation phase, and it involves every aspect. The Marcia family is about to start up their resource war machine. But in the middle of all this, what can he do?

Thinking of the potion resources of Dorle Wizard Tower, he immediately perked up.

Dorle Wizard Tower has as many as thirty or forty potionologists, and each one is a level three, four, or five potionologist. If they could be won over, the family would make a fortune.

However, he thought, the family is at odds with them. Why would they cooperate with the family?

Even if they can't cooperate, they can't let Dorle cooperate with other families. They must sabotage this matter.

...

Across from the Azure Drink Shop, in a high-end private room of a luxurious coffee shop, the young man invited a few good friends, about seven people in total. These people were all acquaintances from other families, his cronies.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the young man smiled and said, "There's some news; I don't know if you've heard it."

The others had already taken their seats and began to laugh. One of them said, "What news? Who are you trying to pick up this time? Do the brothers know her?"

"That's right, that's right. That last one had a great figure, but wasn't very pretty."

"What's this? Gotten rich recently? The old man isn't cutting off your money anymore?"

As soon as they opened their mouths, there was all sorts of teasing.

The young man's lips twitched. He said seriously, "This is serious business. I estimate the higher-ups in your families have heard about it." Then, he told them about the empire's plan to attack the Southwest Highlands.

These young masters may seem like纨绔, but they are all well-known figures in the circle, all with businesses. Hearing this, they were immediately shocked, calculating in their hearts what benefits they could gain from this matter.

Attacking the Southwest Highlands is no small matter. You must know that although the Southwest Highlands have barren land, there are no shortage of various magical beasts and monsters. The most famous is the Heavenly Mountain Ghost Pond. Who knows how many ghosts and monsters live there? It's extremely terrifying. There's even a level eight Flying Rakshasa, which is the nightmare of who knows how many families.

However, if the empire is going to attack, it must have been carefully calculated. The early supplies and resources will definitely have to pass through our hands first. There are many tricks to it.

...

Dorle has fallen into a stage where he has nothing to do. These days, he has been teaching his few disciples, hoping that they will reach level five potionologists as soon as possible.

Level five potionologist is a threshold. In the wizarding world, the number of wizards above level three decreases, and the market supply is insufficient. As long as you reach level five potionologist, almost every potionologist, even if targeted, will not be without food. Just like Dorle now, even without other potion formulas, he can maintain all the consumption required for cultivation just by relying on mental strength potions and magic power potions.

Benard does not have good talent, but he is diligent enough. As for Maurice and Sano, their talents are okay, but their efforts are not obvious. The three barely keep pace, each with a focus on level four potions.

Dorle was instructing them when Libessa walked in from outside. She glanced timidly at Dorle.

Dorle turned his head. "What's the matter?"

Libessa said, "Reporting, Master, someone gave me a letter, saying it must be given to you. What do you think?"

Dorle frowned. He swept the envelope with his mental power, and his brows furrowed instantly.

This envelope has quite a few tricks; there are magical runes forming a forbidden spell on it, which can block mental power scanning. This is interesting.

However, the forbidden spell on it is not advanced. Dorle only spent two point something seconds to crack it open.

After scanning the contents of the letter, his brows furrowed into a 川 shape.

It is not known who sent the letter. There is no signature on it. The content inside is very interesting, roughly saying that someone is making a fuss about his affairs in the legion, with the intention of uniting various families to resist him. This is very interesting. Who is warning him, or is it trying to show goodwill to him?

Dorle said slowly, "Do you know who sent it?"

Libessa shook her head and said, "I don't know. The other party was dressed in black and didn't show their face."

Dorle said, "I see. You can go down and destroy the letter for me by the way."

Libessa took the letter and nodded obediently.

Maurice and Sano were covered in sweat, having been lectured by Dorle.

Seeing Dorle frowning, Maurice asked boldly, "Tower Master, what's the matter?"

Dorle thought for a moment and glanced at Maurice. He suddenly remembered that these two guys were also nobles. If he could play with them as a group, how about letting them infiltrate the enemy?

He thought for a while and said, "It's nothing. You two come to my room for a while."

Seeing this, everyone thought to themselves, there must be something going on, but what is it?

In this world, there is a strict dividing line between nobles and commoners. Even after becoming wizards, commoner wizards rarely integrate into the world of wizards. Dorle now regrets why he didn't recruit some nobles to study the courses. At this time, he could have pulled a few more people to consult.

The guidance ended in the evening. Dorle returned to his room, and soon after, Maurice and Sano sneaked in from outside.

Kanchel and Libessa walked out of the room next door, respectfully poured water for the two, and then stood aside with their hands hanging down.

The two have been here for so long and have gradually adapted to this place. Compared to the Zonglu Garden, this place is simply paradise-like.

Maurice took the lead and said, "Tower Master, is there anything we can help with?"

Sano nodded vigorously beside him, "That's right, you say it, we will definitely do our best."

Dorle smiled and said, "It's nothing big, I just want to tell you not to stay at home recently, go out and attend some banquets, etc., and help me find out some information."

Maurice and Sano looked at each other, feeling a little surprised. This is not the Tower Master's style. Could something have happened recently?

Maurice coughed and said, "Tower Master, in fact, among the level five students, many are nobles. If you have something to say, you can tell them. I believe everyone is willing to help you just like us."

Dorle shook his head. If only those people were like you two. The noble group seems to compete with each other, but they are also relatively united. It is extremely difficult for Dorle, an outsider, to integrate into it.

"The thing is like this." He told them about his affairs and the affairs of the military.